On Saturday my very cute outfit was topped off with my very very cute and very sexy Juicy Couture Newsboy hat. When I wear that hat (as is the same when I wear my Burberry hat) I feel like a Queen Bee. I feel even more confident and sexy than I already think I am.
The hat is my black feather (Dumbo reference for those of you that forget such good movies). I can fly when I wear my hat.
As we are walking, or should I say sauntering, to the various bars we were going to I was told that a couple of them were very hard to get in to.
“We might have to wait a bit Rach.”
“Oh no problem," I shrug off.
We get to On Broadway, a huge huge nightclub built in an old bank. It has seven dance floors including a soundproof dance floor in the old vault.
A line had formed outside.
As we walk up I jump over the rope, cut in line and head toward the bouncer.
I flash a smile at the bouncer and he smiles back.
“Would you like to come inside?” he asks.
Since when do bouncers invite?
“Yeah me and him” I reply.
Wow, I thought to myself. That is four clubs I did not have to wait in line at tonight! It is the hat! My hat is lucky.
We made our way down the stairs and into the vault room where we settled on some sofas to take in our surroundings.
“Rachel, you know you could get any guy you want right”?
“No I cannot” I reply.
“I am just being honest”
“Since when are you the authority?” I know I can’t get just any guy. “I look like crap in the morning, trust me. I just clean up well,” I say trying to keep the conversation light.
Because, I know I am not perfect. We covered that illusion. I know I have my "faults" and I know I am no model or even the next Bill Gates.
But then I got to thinking…
Is it really the tight jeans and the hat that makes me bypass lines, receive heartwarming compliments, and all the love I have?
What if I was to just stand there completely bare? No hat. No makeup. Hair a mess. No clothing. Nothing but me and all of me. Would I still get it all?
We wear “masks” to become something else. A perfect example of this is Jim Carrey in the movie, The Mask. We have personas and we have roles we play. We feel confident in a certain outfit. We feel sexy in another. We feel powerful in our business suits and we feel successful in another. Baseball players have lucky socks they don't wash. And even Presidents and politicial people wear the "red tie."
But what if we strip it all away? What if I show all of me? Am I still that girl? Can we be so lucky even without our lucky charm?
It might come as a surprise but I don’t let people see all of me easily. It takes a lot of trust to let somebody in to see all of who I am. But those that have seen it, love me...so why the mask?
“You really think I can get any guy I want”?
“You’re the package that is for sure.”
So maybe it is what is under the mask that makes us special. We don’t need special jeans or lucky hats or any rabbit’s feet. Dumbo was able to fly without the feather.
His belief in himself made it so.
It was then that I realized that who I am is enough to get exactly what I want.
“I think I am rather drunk” I smile.
And then, I let myself just be.